Hard To Explain

by ScousePone

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Big Macintosh, Random, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sweetie Belle, Anthro, Scootaloo
Length: 7182

When their nightly plans get canceled, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo decide to have some fun with one of their favorite Apples.

When their nightly plans get canceled, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo decide to have some fun with their favorite member of the Apple Family: Big Macintosh. CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP

Featured on Equestria After Dark!
Edited by Atrodilla and SolidFire
Cover art by ss2sonic

Published 2014-04-19 00:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-19 00:30:03 UTC

Chapter 1

As the long, summer day came to a close, the sky turned from a cerulean blue to a deep tangerine mixed with shades of purple. Cirrus clouds silently drifted against the warm color palette as the moon prepared to take its sister’s place in the sky. Underneath the twilight sky, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle walked towards the entrance to Sweet Apple Acres to meet up with Apple Bloom. Now that it was summer, there was more time to get together and catch up. Tonight was going to be a Girl’s Night Out; a fun-filled night of bowling, something they had always enjoyed since they were fillies.

“It’s really nice that we finally got some free time, Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle said to her friend as they walked along the path leading to the farmhouse.

“Right? A good break’s just what I’ve needed too. All those little fillies and colts at the Junior Speedsters camp were driving me nuts!” Scootaloo replied while she theatrically pulled on her mane which got a laugh out of her friend.

Thanks to Rainbow Dash and her connections with the Wonderbolts, Scootaloo was now one of the trainers at the Junior Speedsters flight camp. Although she wasn’t the best flyer around, she was quite the expert on agility. So far this year, the young flyers had proven to be a real handful, but Scootaloo always got them back under control whenever they acted up.

“I’ve been pretty busy with the Ponytones too,” Sweetie said. “ Our concert series is starting soon and we’ve been practicing even more than usual. My vocal chords are going to be made out of leather by our first performance!” Sweetie said with a light chuckle.

Ever since she realized her talent was singing, Sweetie Belle had been a vital member of the Ponytones. A few months earlier, it was actually decided to make Sweetie the head of the group. In no time at all, she booked several shows, one even being a private performance for Celestia and Luna!

“I’m just really looking forward to the three of us hanging out. We haven’t done it in a while, especially when you look back at how much time we spent trying to get our cutie-marks together,” Scootaloo said as she glanced at the microphone cutie mark on Sweetie Belle’s flank.

Sweetie Belle nodded. “It’ll be just like the old days.”

They continued up the path, passing the large apple orchard along the way. Even though they weren’t in season, the smell of fresh apples still lingered in the air.

To their left, they saw Big Macintosh moving some bales of hay with ease. Sweetie Belle started to call out to him, but stopped herself as she watched his movements. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his impressive body which wasn’t being covered by a shirt. As he worked, sweat trickled down his muscular frame.

“Sweetie Belle, why are you just standing there…” Scootaloo trailed off once she started watching Big Mac work.

The stallion continued on with his work, his muscles flexing as he lifted up the bales of hay and placed them into organized stacks. His body and some of his mane were wet with sweat. He breathed heavily, even though he wasn’t completely drained of energy. Sweat dropped from his toned arms when he bent down to pick up another bale with a working groan.

The two young mares were left speechless at Big Mac’s body. They took in a whiff of the evening air, hoping to catch his aroma, though they could only smell the scent of apples. When Big Mac saw Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo out of the corner of his eye, he dropped the hay with a huff and waved.

“Howdy!” he greeted with his usual deep voice, the sweat moving down his brawny chest.

Sweetie and Scootaloo tripped over their words and stuttered as they were far too distracted by his body to make conversation. Eventually, one of them gained enough composure to string a sentence together.

“H-hey, Big Mac! Doing some w-work, eh?” Scootaloo stammered and chuckled nervously.

“Eeyup!” he grunted as he bent down once more to pick up the last of the hay.

Sweetie and Scootaloo watched the sweat roll down his back, causing him to practically glisten in the setting sun. His fur looked so smooth, even more than usual. The dirt and mud on his jeans were evidence of his long, hard day. Still, he continued working without a single complaint. While he wiped the sweat from his brow, Sweetie and Scootaloo continued to drool over him and his attractive physique.

The two would’ve watched him all night had Scootaloo not reminded Sweetie and herself why they were at Sweet Apple Acres in the first place. Sweetie Belle shook her head and tried her hardest to not ogle over Big Mac again. Scoots took her friend by the hand and pulled her along.

“Bye, Big Mac!” Sweetie shouted, blowing a quick kiss to her friend’s brother. He didn’t turn around to catch it.

“Wow, has Big Mac always been that sexy?” Sweetie whispered to Scootaloo as she dragged her towards the farmhouse.

“Probably, I mean, I never really paid that much attention to it…” Scootaloo said, looking back at her friend who was now walking on her own.

“He’s just so… sexy!” Sweetie squeaked, turning around to get a quick glance at Big Mac once again.

“It is hard to not look at that body, like, damn!” Scootaloo admitted as they continued on towards the home’s wooden door.

“Can’t you just imagine him forcing you down in the barn, his rough, big hand running down your back as he undoes his jeans with the other so he can start rubbing that cock (that’s probably huge) up against your anxious butt?” Sweetie Belle fantasized to her friend, her voice becoming sultrier with every passing word.

Scootaloo blushed, her eyes open wide, as Sweetie’s fantasy ran through her head. It did sound amazing and she wouldn’t mind if it somehow became a reality.

“That would be pretty hot and super awesome, but we can fantasize about Big Mac another day. Right now I just wanna go bowling,” Scootaloo said with a sarcastic tone before knocking three times on the door in front of her.

“Fine, fine. I wonder if Mac’s bigger than a bowling pin,” Sweetie wondered.

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. Her ears twitched when she heard some rustling behind the door, followed by the knob turning. The door opened quickly and she was greeted by a concerned looking Applejack.

“Hi, Applejack!” Scootaloo said in a cheerful tone. “We’re here to pick up Apple Bloom; it’s finally our Girls Night Out!”

“We’re gonna go bowling!” Sweetie said abruptly with a big grin.

“Well, about that,” Applejack said with an upset look on her face, “Apple Bloom’s not gonna be able to make it tonight. She’s caught some sort of bug and has been coughing up a storm since yesterday. She was gonna try and tell y’all earlier, but she’s been sleeping all day.”

“Oh…” the two mares said dispiritedly.

Applejack’s heart sank when she saw the two young mares’ spirits deflate. She knew how much all of them were looking forward to spending some time together; Apple Bloom had been talking about it for the last week.

“I feel just awful for you two! If you’d like, you could pay her a visit upstairs; I’m sure she’d love that!” Applejack suggested.

“It’s probably best that we let her get some rest,” Sweetie said. She hate to interrupt her friend’s recovery.

“Yeah, Sweetie Belle’s right. Bummer that she can’t join us, but hopefully we can do it another time!” Scootaloo added in with renewed optimism.

“I’ll tell Apple Bloom as soon as she’s back to her healthy ol’ self, sugarcube,” Applejack said with a wink.

The two thanked Applejack and said their goodbyes. Applejack waved to them as they left her doorstep, closing the door once they were gone to return to her sister’s bedside.

With their nightly plans ruined, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had absolutely nothing to do, and on a Friday nonetheless! They had to think of something to do, something fun, something that would be even better than bowling!

“Well,” Sweetie Belle started as she began to depart Sweet Apple Acres with her friend, “what do we do now?”

“I dunno,” Scootaloo shrugged. “We could still go bowling, I guess.”

Sweetie shook her head in disagreement. “Nah, we told Apple Bloom we’d do that with her. No, we gotta do something better! Something really, really fun!”

“Like what? What can we do that we haven’t done trying to get our cutie-marks?” Scootaloo asked. The to-do list had certainly shrunk in size since they were fillies.

Sweetie Belle looked down at the ground while tapping her hoof. She had to tap into her inner-Rarity and think of something creative! She started to look around for ideas. Maybe they could do something involving the orchard? She shook her head and rejected the idea. Perhaps something that involved apples? Possibly Macintosh apples…

“I think I got an idea,” Sweetie Belle said deviously. Her eyes were pointed in the direction of the farm’s large barn and the attractive stallion hauling tools into it.

Scootaloo looked at the barn, then back at Sweetie, then back at the barn once again. “Wait… you’re thinking about doing something with Big Macintosh, aren’t you?”

Sweetie nodded, lowered her eyelids, and slowly licked her lips.

“I don’t know, Sweetie. We’ve known Big Mac since we were just fillies! Do you really think he’d… have sex with us?” Scootaloo blushed at the thought of it.

“Haven’t you had a crush on him since you started liking stallions? Practically every mare in Ponyville’s got one for him!”

“Even so, I doubt Big Mac would want to do anything like that. You know how he keeps to himself! It took a damn love potion to get him paired up with Miss Cheerilee!” Scootaloo said.

Sweetie Belle took a few steps closer to her friend so she was practically inches away from her. Delicately, she placed her hands on Scootaloo’s chest, gently gripping her breasts. Scootaloo blushed and her eyes went wide briefly.

“Sweetie! What are you doing?”

“Trying to get you in the mood, silly! You always love having your boobs groped!” Sweetie said while she squeezed softly in intervals.

“Yeah, but not in public! Somepony could be watching!” Scootaloo said, looking around nervously.

“Hopefully it’ll be Big Mac! Wouldn’t you just love having him grope your tits?”

Having Sweetie feel up her chest brought back memories of their younger days to Scootaloo’s mind. As they were growing up, all three of them would compare their breast sizes, surprised at how big each of theirs had gotten since their last comparison session. When they started becoming interested in stallions, the trio would even practice kissing; Apple Bloom was the most talented in that field.

“They’re pretty big for a pegasus too! Bigger than the pegasi I know, that’s for sure! Well, except for Princess Twilight, but she’s an alicorn, so I don’t really think it counts,” Sweetie said playfully while she continued to give her friend’s chest a squeeze.

Scootaloo finally nudged her friend off of her, having been groped long enough. “Okay, okay, enough groping… for now at least. Even though I would love to get pounded by Big Mac, how would we even get him to fuck us?”

Sweetie Belle stepped backwards from Scootaloo. With a bat of her eyelashes, she did an about-face and, with the grace of a model showcasing her sister’s newest design on the catwalk, started to stroll forward. Her hips swayed, her butt spectacularly moving along with them. She stretched her legs out with every step, placing one hand on her hip, and lustfully looking back at Scootaloo, who was now starting to show her arousal through her wings.

“Just like that,” Sweetie said as she blew Scootaloo a kiss. It silently landed upon her soft, reddening cheek.

“That could work!” Scootaloo’s voice cracked. “But what if he resists the charm? I’m pretty sure every mare that’s ever fallen for him has tried that already.”

“But they’re not as sexy as us,” Sweetie purred, leaning forward to allow Scootaloo a good view of her cleavage. “With my tits, your ass, and our combined charm, we’ll turn that stallion into apple sauce.”

“He’s probably finishing up his chores right now,” Scootaloo said. “If we go into the barn right now, we might catch him off guard. We gotta ease into it though; we can’t just go in there and start walking around all sexy. That would probably make him uncomfortable. We gotta do that and something more.”

“A massage!” Sweetie Belle proposed. “After a long day of working, Big Mac would love a nice massage to relax those incredibly sexy muscles of his.”

“Let’s just hope we’ll be able to handle him. You know what they say about Big Mac,” Scootaloo reminded Sweetie.

“Scootaloo,” Sweetie said as she draped her arm around her friend, “that’s what makes it fun! Now, let’s go nab us a stallion!”

Chapter 2

Big Mac placed one of the heavy bales of hay down on the dirt in the barn with a huff. Today had been a long one, filled with chore after chore, but he was glad to finally be done with them. Taking out his sweat rag from the back pocket of his jeans, he brought it to his brow and wiped. Now, he was looking forward to a nice hot shower and washing all the sweat and dirt off his body.

“Hiya, Big Mac!”

The stallion jumped, dropping his handkerchief onto the dirt. He turned around and saw Sweetie and Scootaloo standing in the barn’s doorway, with wide smiles on their faces. It almost looked like they were a little too happy to see him.

“Howdy,” Big Mac replied in his usual deep, calm tone.

The mares stepped closer to him, relishing the fact that he had no idea what was coming. They shared a look and a smirk, and proceeded to go through with their plan. Scootaloo eyed Big Mac’s handkerchief on the ground and rushed to get grab it.

“Oh, let me get that for you!” she quickly jumped in front of Big Mac and, very intentionally, bent down to pick up the rag, her round butt practically hugging her tight athletic shorts.

Big Macintosh caught a quick glimpse, but swiftly averted his eyes. Scootaloo rolled her eyes at his act of politeness, even though it had to be admired as countless stallions would’ve been assaulting her ass to death with their wanting eyes.

Scootaloo brought herself back up and handed the rag to Big Mac, letting out a defeated sigh. Big Mac was about to thank her when Sweetie Belle approached him. Why was she walking so funny?

“Looks like you really worked up a sweat,” she commented, looking at his fur glisten in the evening sun that shone through the barn’s windows.

“Ee… yup?” Big Mac said in a confused tone. He’d just finished a whole day of chores during the middle of summer; of course he was going to be sweating!

“I bet your muscles are sore after working them all day long, huh?” Sweetie asked.

“Nope,” Big Mac replied. After doing work like this for years, his body had become used to it.

Sweetie glanced over at Scootaloo, who expressed her annoyance with another roll of her eyes and a somewhat audible groan. Sweetie let out a deep breath full of determination. She was dead set on getting this stallion to fall for her!

“I bet you’re looking forward to a nice, relaxing night after your long day, aren’t you?” Sweetie asked as she started to walk to Big Mac’s side.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac muttered. He couldn’t tell what had gotten into these ponies; part of him wanted to flee while another wanted to know more.

He soon found that the young unicorn was stretching out her hand to run it up his arm. He flinched, but his mind didn’t seem to want to pull away. His heart skipped a beat when her fingers made contact with his smooth, red fur. The warmth against his body felt oddly comforting.

“It really is no surprise that you’re not sore with big muscles like these; so impressive! You’ve always been the strongest stallion I know. You could probably lift me up with no problem at all,” Sweetie complimented as her hand caressed Big Mac’s muscular arm.

Big Mac gulped. Did Sweetie Belle get a taste of that old love potion? She was acting so peculiar! He started to sweat nervously, which only seemed to make her cling to him even more.

“Uh, Sweetie,” Big Mac said, finally getting the courage to pull his arm away, “I’m not sure this is, uh, acceptable behavior…”

Big Mac started to take a few steps backward, but stopped when he felt another pair of hands on his back. He jumped forward and turned around to see Scootaloo bat her eyelashes at him; he could’ve sworn she let out a moan too.

“She’s right, Mac. Those muscles sure are delectable,” Scootaloo said with a sensual lick of her lips.

The two mares began to close in on the stallion. He wanted them so badly, but a part of him was just lecturing him with moral after moral. He was used to having mares swoon over him and make attempts to get in his pants, but this was the first time they were mares he had known since they were just fillies!

“Of course, you know that every mare can’t take their eyes off you when they see you. They fantasize about this body just as much as we do,” Sweetie Belle placed her hand on Big Mac’s heavy chest and starting running her finger down.

“I know I can’t!” Scootaloo chimed in, placing her hands on his broad shoulders and slowly rubbing them.

“I’ve known you two since you were just little ponies; this just don’t seem right!” Big Mac yelped, partly lying.

“But I bet it feels good, doesn’t it?” Scootaloo whispered warmly in his ear. Her hands moved down his shoulders, traveling down his back and feeling his shoulder blades. She could feel him breathing underneath her fingertips.

Big Mac replied with a soft hum. He couldn’t deny it; this did feel pretty fantastic! Scootaloo rubbed his back, running her soft hands over every nook of it. Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle was starting to push herself against his sturdy chest, her hands almost mimicking the movements of her friend’s. Both of their breasts pushed up against him; Sweetie’s noticeably bigger than Scootaloo’s. Big Mac’s heart raced as he silently thanked his red fur for shrouding his blush.

“Your body’s so hot,” Sweetie whispered soothingly, resting her head on Big Mac’s chest and looking up at him with her inviting eyes. His staggered breathing was starting to show his arousal.

“We just can’t get enough of it,” Scootaloo cooed from behind, nearly collapsing onto his back.

They maneuvered him like a marionette, expertly guiding him to one of the hay bales and lowering him down onto it. Their hands were like locks on his limbs, preventing him from making any unwanted movements. Big Macintosh couldn’t believe what was happening. Both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had crushes for him and were now in his very own barn seducing him?

“Anypony could walk in…” Big Macintosh warned with a stutter as the two sandwiched him.

“We’ll be fine,” Sweetie said.

“Applejack’s busy taking care of Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo said immediately after.

The pair’s lips collided against his face simultaneously, wet and relaxing on his hot fur. They both planted a kiss on his cheeks. Scootaloo draped herself across his shoulders as Sweetie got in another kiss, this time on his mouth. Her tongue intruded his mouth and flicked around clockwise before darting back out. Big Mac could tell she had some experience.

Sweetie motioned with her eyes to Scootaloo. The pegasus nodded and joined her in front of Big Mac. Together, they slowly slid off their tops, casually tossing them to the ground. They stood next to each other, their breasts perfectly lined up. He couldn’t help but stare and appreciate how big Sweetie’s looked in comparison to her friend’s smaller bust.

“Don’t be shy, Big Mac,” Scootaloo whispered. She took hold of his strong hands and moved them upwards to her chest. Once there, he couldn’t help but give a light squeeze.

“Just relax and enjoy it,” Sweetie teased, copying Scootaloo and moving one of his hands on her own breasts.

Big Mac did just that. His strong hands lightly caressed the mares’ chests, making them croon with every little squeeze. They each had a fantastic pair, but he always preferred mares with bigger packaging; he blamed Apple family genes.

Big Mac’s groping was brought to a premature end. The two could feel his cock stiffen between them and it only made them want it even more. They practically ripped his hands off their breasts, setting them down nicely at his side. The duo started to slowly slide down his chest, stopping and resting on their knees in front of his groin.

“I think we need to take care of something, Scootaloo,” Sweetie teased as her finger poked at the very large bulge in Big Mac’s jeans.

“Yup,” she replied, “that’s definitely a job for two!”

Big Mac gulped as he watched the two young adult mares unzip his work jeans, the sound reverberating in his eardrums. There was no way this could be happening; it was just too outrageous to believe. It wasn’t a dream and, admittedly, he was overjoyed that it wasn’t.

“These pants are really annoying!” Scootaloo complained as she attempted to spread Big Mac’s legs.

“You’re right. Things would be much easier if we got rid of them,” Sweetie smirked. Her horn began to glow and she started to magically slip off the dirty jeans.

“Aw yeah, this will make things much easier-” Scootaloo was interrupted by Big Mac’s rather large length erupting out from the jeans and slapping her. She shook it off then stared directly at the bobbing piece of stallion meat in front of her.

“Uhhh, Sweetie Belle,” she muttered, “I’m really gonna need some help with this!”

“Woah, I didn’t think he was that big…” Sweetie muttered to herself as she started to make second guesses.

“It ain’t big,” Big Mac said with an annoyed tone.

“Are you kidding? This is easily the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!” Scootaloo shrieked, continuing to watch it bob in front of her.

“And it’s definitely bigger than any toy I’ve come across; Even Rarity wouldn’t be able to handle this one!” Sweetie added.

“Actually… I think she could,” Big Mac chuckled, rubbing his head.

There was a pause as Sweetie pictured her sister getting rutted by this indubitably well-hung stallion. He on top of her and just pounding against her sweat-drenched body, her loud moans echoing throughout the room. Next thing Sweetie knew, there was a small trail of liquid trickling down her leg.

“Rainbow Dash isn’t a stranger to it either!” Big Mac spoke with pride.

This time, it was Scootaloo’s turn to fantasize. However, she imagined herself in the mix, licking at Dash’s dripping lips as Big Mac’s massive member pumped into her ass. Her wings jutted out quickly and her shorts began to get moist; she didn’t really dig the whole “underwear” thing.

“If Dash can handle it… then so can I!” Scootaloo declared confidently. Almost immediately, her mouth was on Big Mac’s cock, gently sucking on the head as his cock twitched, her hand massaging his inner thigh.

“I wanted this thing from the start!” Sweetie Belle said with a little voice crack before diving in along with Scootaloo.

Soon, the two were on both sides of Big Mac’s cock, licking and sucking over every single inch. Whenever their tongues would make the occasional touch, they’d blush and giggle, but immediately go back to servicing the large cock in front of them. Big Mac grunted underneath them, expressing his utter delight and appreciation towards their talented tongues..

Sweetie and Scoots moaned in unison, taking turns complimenting on Big Macintosh, getting him riled up and hungry for what was to come.. Even with the two of them handling it, there was still a fairly good amount of his length that was left untouched. Nevertheless, the duo were eager to cover every single inch of his impressive cock with their tongues.

They two swtiched roles, Sweetie Belle getting a crack at the head while the Scootaloo took a spin on the heavy, cum-filled balls. Their enthusiasm was unlike anything Big Mac had witnessed in a mare before; these two wanted him desperately. Their tongues loved his lengthy, mottled cock and they wanted to show it. Big Mac ran his hands through their manes while they blew him and slowly rubbed his muscular legs.

“I’m getting close, girls,” Big Mac stuttered with a heavy breath.

Sweetie Belle popped off his cockhead, gripping his shaft and twirling her index finger around his throbbing head as she spoke. “Oh, one of us has to swallow it!”

Scootaloo looked up at her friend from underneath Big Mac’s balls, reluctantly pulling herself away from them. “A mouthful of cum? That’s not really my thing, Sweetie.”

“Aw, come on! It’s super hot! Plus, it’s what ladies do!” Sweetie explained, moving her other hand to cup Mac’s balls.

“It’s ladylike to swallow a ton of cum? Yeesh, good thing I’m not ladylike then,” Scootaloo said.

“Suit yourself; it’ll be more for me!” Sweetie said happily moments before going back to servicing Big Mac.

Quickly, Sweetie soloed on Big Mac’s throbbing member, pushing it as far as it could go into her throat, managing to keep a handle on it despite her gag reflex kicking in. She wanted to make him cum, feel the hot liquid fill up her mouth and run down her throat. Practicing the techniques she remembered reading in magazines, she performed at the best of her oral ability. She continued to push herself, taking in more and more of his cock. Eventually, she had reached her limits, but was still quite proud of herself.

And so was Big Mac. Gripping onto her mane, he let out a few grunts and finally released his load. It erupted out of his cock, shooting directly against the back of Sweetie’s throat and making her eyes go wide. She needed to cough, but forced herself from doing so. He moaned loudly, thrusting his hips slightly as he pumped his thick, warm cum right down her throat, Sweetie gulping it down eagerly. When he was finally done, Sweetie Belle pulled herself off him, her mouth and his cock littered with cum and saliva, and took a few seconds to catch her breaths.

“That was a lot…” she said in monotone. It was impossible for her to accurately express her astonishment.

Scootaloo stared in astoundment. “How’d you… I feel like you should’ve drowned or something; holy shit that was a ton of cum!”

“And it’s delicious too!” Sweetie Belle chirped, happily licking her sticky lips.

“Really?” Scootaloo asked, somewhat intrigued. “It doesn’t look like it would be.”

Before she could act, Scootaloo was embraced by Sweetie Belle, their lips just barely touching.

“Taste for yourself!” Sweetie grinned before pulling her friend in for a kiss.

Scootaloo was going to pull away, but it seemed the unicorn’s mouth was casting a spell of its own. For the second time today, she thought back to the early days of growing up and spending hours practicing kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. It was the memories that made her stay; Sweetie’s soft, warm lips reminding her of older days, but the taste in her mouth kept her interested. She could taste whatever was left of Big Mac’s sticky, warm cum in her mouth. It was Scooaloo’s first time ever tasting it, finding it to be an odd mix of bitterness and sweetness. She didn’t like it, but it wasn’t as bad as she imagined; an acquired taste.

The scene was also getting Big Mac up again. Big Mac watched the two share his cum, their tongues intertwining while they kissed. His cock hardened slowly as he watched. The two pulled away from each other when Big Mac’s stallionhood bopped against their lips. Scootaloo made a vomiting expression while Sweetie giggled.

“What’d you think of it?” Sweetie Belle asked as her hand rubbed the underside of the large cock in front of her, making Big Mac moan once again

“It could’ve been worse, but still bad. I think mares’ juices are better,” Scootaloo replied blatantly. Her hand cupped the heavy pair of balls hanging before her.

“He’s still pretty hard,” Sweetie Belle said, almost surprised by the fact.

“Well, duh! Look at him! He’s like a freaking tank!” Scootaloo replied. Big Mac smiled bashfully, taking the comment as an odd, yet satisfying compliment.

“I wanna take it first!” Sweetie said enthusiastically as she quickly stroked her hand up and down Big Mac’s length, determined to keep him at his current state. When she was finished, she lifted herself up, leaving her bottoms behind on the way, and leaned on a nearby hay bale, invitingly shaking her plot. “Come on, Big Mac! Doesn’t this look great to you?”

Big Mac couldn’t look away from the mare’s delicious, dripping slit. Her honey hurried down her smooth thighs while her tail swished back and forth, wafting her scent towards his nose. Her body was in its prime, so sexy and youthful; he wanted to give her the rutting she desired. He stood up, Scootaloo scooting aside, and stood cravingly behind Sweetie Belle. His hand ran over her luscious hips, worshiping the softness of her cheeks as he gradually made his way across them.

“I want it nice and hard,” Sweetie teased.

Big Mac would oblige her but, for her own safety, he was going to start off nice and slow; it’s how he preferred it anyway. The sight of a mare beneath him, her body fluctuating while her breaths became staggered as he inched into her was always spectacular and he couldn’t wait to watch Sweetie react the same way.

He gripped her flanks and ran his hands over her cutie-mark.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Mac,” Sweetie pleaded as he tasted her on his finger.

Being the kind stallion that he was, he upheld her request; he could always taste her another time. He lined himself up with her wet entrance and poked at it, making Sweetie moan in delight. When he was ready, Big Mac pushed himself into Sweetie, spreading her young, inexperienced marehood around his cock.

“Oh, Celestia!” Sweetie gasped. It was only the first thrust and she was already in heaven!

Big Mac started out a rather slow and gentle pace. His thrusts caused nothing but pleasure for the young unicorn, sending titillated waves of delight through her whole body.. She rested her head on the hay and let out a combination of huffs and moans, filling the barn with the erotic sounds of pleasure.

Over to the side, Scootaloo couldn’t take her eyes off the pair. She was entranced by them, biting her lip as she was hypnotized by Big Mac’s cock entering her best friend’s spreading pussy. While she watched them, one of her hands began to fondle herself while the other slipped underneath her shorts and stroked the lining of her marehood. Her touch sent shivers up her spine as Sweetie let out another loud moan.

“God, he’s just so damn big,” Scootaloo muttered underneath her breath. Her fingers started to slip in between her folds, making her wings flutter a bit.

“Big Mac, you’re so huge! It feels better than anything I’ve felt before!” Sweetie moaned as the stallion behind her started to pick up the pace.

The sounds of Big Mac making contact with Sweetie bounced around in Scootaloo’s eardrums. They were loud, wet, and just made her even hornier. She started to remove her shorts to pleasure herself more effectively. She shlicked as Big Mac began to thrust swiftly into Sweetie Belle, his balls slapping up against her every time he thrust forward.

“Fuck her, Big Mac. Slam into her,” Scootaloo groaned. She wanted him to go faster and faster until he was completely dominating her friend’s pussy.

Though he didn’t hear it, Big Macintosh fulfilled Scootaloo’s request. He placed his hand on Sweetie Belle’s head, keeping a tight hold of it as he started to pound away at her. Sweetie squeaked in delight. She’d never been dominated like this before, hell, this was only her second time getting rutted by a stallion. The first was just a silly one night stand a few years ago; a stupid act of rebellion towards something so trivial she had completely forgotten about it.

Big Mac, however, was something else entirely. She was getting fucked by a stallion she had known as long as she could remember. This was the brother of one of her best friends for crying out loud! Maybe it was the familiarity that made her feel safe and loved, or perhaps it was just Big Mac’s kind and compassionate personality that made her feel comfortable. Even as he was behind her, pounding away like his life depended on it, he still seemed so gentle.

At this point, Scootaloo was having difficulty keeping herself upright. Her fingers were wriggling around in her pussy, doing the best that Scoots could manage. She couldn’t wait for her turn with Big Mac, even if she was nervous as all hell; with a cock that size, who wouldn’t be? Even Rainbow Dash had to have been!

“I’m about to cum, Sweetie,” Big Mac groaned, not slowing down for a second. “Reckon I should pull out?”

“No!” Sweetie shouted, “I want you to fill me up. P-please, Big Mac, gimme everything y-you got!”

She was too sexy and adorable to refuse. He thrust a few more times before getting ready to coat this maturing mare’s inner walls. With one last great thrust, Big Mac held himself in place, grunting as he shot a large and powerful cumshot deep into Sweetie’s nether regions, splashing around inside of her as it filled her up. Her voice rose to a squeaky moan as she felt it coat her insides. It was even better than she could imagine.

After several seconds, Big Mac finally pulled out of her with a pop, a bit of cum seeped out of Sweetie’s creampied pussy. She collapsed onto the hay, her butt raised in the air as the cum continued to drip from it. Scootaloo was still schlicking; trying her best not to cum before she got to take her turn.

“I’m so full,” Sweetie panted with a wide, happy smile spread across her flushed face.

Scootaloo shakily pulled her hand out from between her legs and quickly licked the juices off her fingers. “Oh man, that was, like, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Sweetie was in too much delight to pay attention to the world around her. The only thing running through her mind right now was what had just happened and how amazing it felt. Scootaloo approached her from behind, crouching to watch as Big Mac’s cum dripped out of her friend’s pussy, sliding down and forming a small puddle

“Wow, Big Mac, you really did fill her up, huh?” Scootaloo asked. Big Macintosh probably would’ve answered had he not been distracted by her delicious looking rump.

“All right, Sweetie, it’s my turn to take on this hunk,” Scootaloo said, tapping on one of her friend’s soft butt cheeks.

In a much more recovered state, Sweetie Belle pushed herself up from the hay and brushed some straws of hay off her torso.

“Get ready for the time of your life, Scoots,” Sweetie said, tickling her friend with her multicolored tail.

Scootaloo couldn’t contain her excitement anymore; she wanted that cock and she wanted it now!

“Here I come, big boy!”

Big Mac’s eyes widened as Scootaloo leapt right into his arms, wrapping herself around him. His cock, still stiff, poking at the young mare’s dock. Her lips immediately went to his, the two sharing a wet, erotic kiss. As their tongues intertwined, Big Mac stepped forward towards the same hay bale that he had dominated Sweetie on.

“I want your cock so badly,” Scootaloo said after their kiss. She was lying on her back on top of the hay, staring deep into Big Mac’s emerald eyes, just wanting him to slam into her as hard as he could.

“I know you do, you naughty filly,” Big Mac teased with a chuckle.

He stood up and placed his cock on top of her belly. His hand cupped her face briefly, then traveled down to her breast, giving it a light squeeze. While his finger circled around her nipple, he dragged his thick cock across her belly till he reached her moist opening.

“I’ll start off like I do with Rainbow Dash; I’m sure you can handle it,” Big Mac said almost mischievously.

“Bring it,” Scootaloo replied competitively.

Big Mac flared his nostrils and started to push himself into Scootaloo’s tight pussy. Right from the get-go, he could tell she wanted it. Her pussy accepted him all too willingly, almost like it needed it. He smiled as she moaned quietly, her juices coated his throbbing cock. Lifting up one of her legs, Big Mac began to thrust in and out faster than he had with Sweetie Belle. It was a bit difficult for Scootaloo to handle at first, his movements causing her wince every so often in pain, but she began to adjust to it.

“Wow, I can’t believe how much it’s spreading me!” Scootaloo commented. She always preferred girth over length, both in stallions and toys.

As Big Mac humped, Scootaloo’s moans became louder and louder, eventually getting to the point where Big Mac was beginning to worry if they could be heard from the house. He wanted to tell her to keep it down some, but her moans were just so sexy. Her voice cracked when he hit a sweet spot, sending a satisfied shiver down his spine. She was in great shape, with her faint abs, sexy legs, and athletic butt. There was something Big Mac liked more about Scootaloo, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Was it her personality? Whatever it was, it was sexy and he loved it.

Sweetie, however, was getting a bit annoyed with her friend’s moans. Big Mac was good, but she didn’t need to act like some mare in a porno to prove it! Whenever he pushed into her, Scootaloo would nearly scream in delight and say something awfully corny. Sweetie had a way to shut her up though; a way they’d both love.

Approaching her, Sweetie placed her hand on Scootaloo’s cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin as she got fucked by Big Mac. She pushed her hand through her purple mane, the sweat on Scootaloo’s forehead wetting against her soft fur.

Without warning, Sweetie Belle climbed on top of the hay bale, hovering right above Scootaloo’s head. Her pussy dripped onto her friend’s flushed face, the liquid seeming to have a cool sensation as it made contact with her hot fur. Sweetie lowered herself down onto Scootaloo’s mouth, planting a kiss on her and feeling her friend’s warm breath as she moaned.

“There we go, now you aren’t so loud,” Sweetie chuckled before moaning suddenly as Scootaloo’s tongue darted into her mouth.

Even with Sweetie’s pussy covering her mouth, Scootaloo couldn’t stop herself from moaning loudly as Big Mac started to slam deep into her. It almost seemed like every single inch of his impressively large cock was sinking home, even though she knew it couldn’t fit in completely; he was simply too big for her.

Big Macintosh grunted as he pounded her nice and hard, exactly how she wanted it. Sweat flung off his body and onto hers, grunting as he made her pussy his. She was drenched and made such vulgar noises when he moved.

Soon, Big Mac had a fast rhythm going, which Scootaloo tried to match with her tongue on Sweetie’s slit. Sweetie cupped her breasts while her friend lapped at her from underneath, squealing in delight when her tongue would pass over her clit. It wasn’t the first time Scootaloo had performed cunnilingus on her and she knew how to apply her experience.

The trio lost themselves in the sounds of their activity. They heard every single moan that was made, every squeak, every little expression of pleasure. Nothing was missed, well, except maybe Apple Bloom; her joining in on the fun would’ve made things even better.

For a third time, Big Mac was about to cum. He got closer and closer with every thrust and every moan Sweetie Belle made. Eventually, he was about to burst. Not wanting a cunt full of cum, Scootaloo lifted Sweetie off her pussy and told Big Mac to pull out; she always wondered what getting covered in cum would feel like anyway.

Making himself pull out, Big Mac gave a couple jerks to his cock before shooting one last torrent of cum across Scootaloo’s heated, sexy body. He groaned while his cum flew through the air, landing all over Scootaloo’s belly, chest, and even reaching her face. Sweetie just watched on in awe as her friend got drenched in sticky, delicious cum.

Big Mac was finally spent. He took a few steps backwards before collapsing down onto a pile of hay. His cock quickly started to soften up, desperately needing to catch up on some rest. As he recovered, Sweetie cleaned Scootaloo’s body with her tongue, lapping up all the cum that she could. She happily licked her friend, tongue tracing over her nipples and cheek, cleaning up all the gooey white stuff. Scootaloo was in such a strong afterglow that she could barely string a sentence together, so she had no way of stopping Sweetie had she wanted to.

When she had her all cleaned up, Sweetie Belle placed a kiss right on Scootaloo’s nose, nuzzling up against it. She then made her way over to Big Mac, who was slowly regaining his strength. Scootaloo sat up in a somewhat dazed state. Rubbing her head, she watched Sweetie lie down right next to Big Mac, placing her head on his strong chest. She looked so comfortable. Scootaloo smiled and did the same, lying down on the other side of her favorite stallion and rubbing at his chest.

Together, the three quietly enjoyed the rest of the night. Big Macintosh held the two mares close; the only sound echoing throughout the barn being their soft, steady breathing.